The boy seemed pretty embarrassed. Carla eventually grabbed his hands and actually placed them on her buttocks and pushed his head onto her shoulder. ... watched Tommy’s cheeks glow crimson as Carla seductively swayed their bodies around slowly. When her face was facing my way, she smiled and winked at me. As soon as Tommy was out the door, Carla stripped off her half-shirt and g string. Stark naked and on all fours, she raised her ass in the air and shook it at me from side to side. She craned. ‘You do, you look beautiful,’ I was now blushing, and quickly turned away from her to close my closet door that now made a mirror appear. She moved closer to the mirror, studying her new hairstyle, playing with it slightly. Her hair was really short, much shorter than I would ever wear, but she wore it well. Now she had little curls that stuck to her head from the rain. Smiling, she turned away from the mirror and plopped down on my bed. ‘I like it Belle, I just have to get used to it.’ Belle. Whats wrong with me! she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldnt erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet. The day Carol went back. She wasn't sure whether he would stop and was just teasing but the firm grip on her pussy was her answer. With a gasp she threw her head back a little and automatically opened her legs just a little bit wider. "You like that, bitch, don't you?" he asked, his hand still firmly between her legs. "Yeah," she whimpered, as his hand moved towards her zipper. Inside she was still struggling, not sure what to do, so she thought she at least needs to pretend she's fighting him. With a half-hearted.